The Island Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi

The Island

Rating: 5.0


Let the Minotaur have his labyrinth
I am an island of a thousand years
While you walk along the shoreline
To the volcano that spews its lava
Creating fat around the edges
I have grown larger in a desolating sea
As I stand alone watching the disappearing waters
And risen temperture destroying my part of the planet
I am alone to cry out: Death
As I perish inside with tears from my swollen eyes
The island will be last to the oceans below
And the rock still in isolation
Waiting for rebirth

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kevin Patrick 03 June 2020

To be an island cut off from the continents by an ocean, and at the center the fiery passion of an active volcano spewing hot magma, and nobody there to see it. So beautiful and human.

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Edward Kofi Louis 01 June 2020

Isolation! ! ! I am alone. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Kostas Lagos 01 June 2020

Thank you for pointing out this poem. It goes to my list!

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Bernard F. Asuncion 31 May 2020

An impressively inked write. Simply fantastic, dear Ma’am LeeAnn....10+❤️❤️❤️

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